Page 59 of Master's Rise
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“Jesus fucking Christ. You didn’t say she could dance!” Hade yells at Raid. My eyes never leave her.
“I didn’t know. She looks like a fucking angel. School and jobs didn’t show dancing.”
“Angels don’t fucking strip.” The bottle in my hand hits Brinks for that one. He bends in half at my periphery but my eyes stay on Seren.
Her hands slide down that leather on her ass then she turns with her knees bent, legs wide and hips swaying. Jesus. When her hands start sliding up, I’m moving. I’m right in front of her when she’s cupping her tits over the corset. “Mine.”
She giggles. “It is, now that you put a ring on it.”
She’s over my shoulder and I’m walking to my office while the Brothers cheer.
Fucking women, Brothers and leather.
